Chapter 207 – The person is fierce and speaks little, and will crush you to pieces!

Chapter 207 – The person is fierce and speaks little, and will crush you to pieces!

Yang Shishi sighed helplessly, "How can you blame yourself? I agreed to come along too. Besides, the information only mentioned one disciple from the Ghost Shadow Sect. Who could have guessed there'd be six!"

If it had been just one disciple, they might have been able to handle it, maybe even kill him. But six appearing at once had completely overwhelmed them.

They had no chance to resist!

"Are we going to die here?" Yang Shishi asked Liu Yanping, her voice tinged with worry.

The two of them had left Shu Mountain excitedly to carry out their training mission, but it seemed like they were going to die before even completing their first task.

How tragic!

"Now we can only hope that Senior Brother Meng realizes we're missing and comes to find us," Liu Yanping said, her voice lacking confidence.

"But we're dozens of miles away from Kongyue Town. Even if Senior Brother Meng notices we're gone, it will be hard for him to find us," Yang Shishi said despairingly.

"Senior Brother Meng is very powerful. We have to believe in him."

Although Liu Yanping was telling Yang Shishi to believe in Meng Fan, she herself wasn't very convinced.

At that moment, the three Ghost Shadow Sect disciples outside the tent saw Meng Fan.

"Who goes there!"

Meng Fan walked forward slowly. Faced with the disciples' shouts, he remained expressionless and didn't respond at all.

At the same time, a streak of Sword Qi formed in the air.

"Swish!"

With a thought, Meng Fan unleashed the Sword Qi.

In the next second, three heads fell to the ground.

The Sword Qi then swept through the two tents where the other Ghost Shadow Sect disciples were.

Instantly, the tents exploded, sending fragments of cloth and flesh flying.

Unbeknownst to Meng Fan, as one of the disciples in the tent died, an invisible bloodline entered his body.

In the world of cultivation, there were many strange techniques. Meng Fan, being only at the Heavenly Origin Realm, couldn't detect or understand many of them.

This was not surprising!

Meng Fan looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his face still expressionless.

From start to finish, he hadn't said a single word or even made a move to draw his sword. He just kept walking slowly.

She wasn't just being polite; she meant it sincerely.

Meng Fan rolled his eyes at Liu Yanping and said irritably, "I don't care about such petty rewards!"

The rewards for these True Martial Realm training missions weren't even worth a single Elixir. Even if they gave him the tokens, he wouldn't bother completing the mission.

Remembering Meng Fan's generosity in the Demon Realm, Liu Yanping didn't insist.

She knew Meng Fan was telling the truth. He really didn't care about such minor rewards!

"You two should head back to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect to complete the mission. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't be returning with you," Meng Fan said to Liu Yanping and Yang Shishi.

"Ah?" Liu Yanping looked surprised.

She suddenly remembered that Meng Fan had mentioned having other matters to handle before they reached Kongyue Town.

"Alright, but it's already dark. Let's rest at the inn for the night and leave tomorrow," Liu Yanping said, glancing at Yang Shishi and then at Meng Fan.

"Fine!" Meng Fan nodded.

The three of them returned to the inn in Kongyue Town to rest for the night before setting off again.

However, that night, Liu Yanping and Yang Shishi, having narrowly escaped death, couldn't sleep.

Especially Yang Shishi, who couldn't stop thinking about Meng Fan's heroic figure.

Unfortunately, Meng Fan was destined to be a man she could never have.

Meanwhile, after returning to his room, Meng Fan remained calm and continued his cultivation.

***

Around midnight, a figure in a black robe silently appeared in the valley where the six Ghost Shadow Sect disciples had been.

The man in the black robe looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his brows furrowing, his gaze icy.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

He walked to one of the shattered tents, looking at the mixture of torn cloth, flesh, and bones. His already cold gaze turned even more sinister.

"I spent so much effort cultivating these furnaces, only for them to be blasted to pieces. This is outrageous!" The black-robed man's voice was filled with resentment.

"Heh, out with the old, in with the new. I want to see who dared to ruin my plans! Anyone who can kill so many of my disciples must be a suitable furnace."

The black-robed man ignored the corpses on the ground, not even considering collecting them, and left the valley, heading south.

South, towards Kongyue Town.